Where was love when the light went out?

Where does love go when the light goes out? A question he asked once as a young man in his 60’s . He doesn’t remember asking these days. However, the question is a good one and has remained with me. How to answer this? Love is always present within every human being I believe. For some, a place in the dark could also represent a place of silence, loneliness, or the sound of mental chatter grinding away while one wishes for a lover’s embrace.

As a child, I recall needing two doors left wide open, and a nightlight on at all times in order to feel safe enough to close my eyes and attempt to go to sleep. Where was love in this dark twin bed on the third floor of Macon Avenue?

Why was light the only key to my safety?

Where was love when this light went out?

~ Anita Adams 2/4/2019

Nightfall

 

he wrote once …

Signed Window Light

 

where does love go when the light goes out

a question to ponder

the answer, I believe is under the covers

faith steps in  and out

a dance, a rhythm of breath and sound

where does love go when the lights go out

love is always present

just whisper and listen

I’m here under the covers

©Anita Adams 2018

When love calls…

how to answer… with abandon … with caution… with heart wide open… love loves... hurts have torn me to the bone… cored my heart out like one cores out an apple, made me bleed tears and shook me like a coconut tree, left me on a road alone, abandoned with no one to call, feeling naked and afraid,

love calls … like the warmth of the sun when you least expect it, standing alone on the beach, feet in the sand, treasures abound…  the sound of pure love…  unmistakable… it’s more than a sound.. it’s an unexpected encounter with another,

love calls … and our love is  ignited, visible only to us and others who share a deep connection to heart love, a permeable light fills our hearts, mends any residual damage, restores us to a state of wholeness,  and sets our hearts ablaze with a light so bright…it glows and knows without words, that we exist…the ones that love…the ones who believe…the ones who have grieved losses… that love conquers and prevails all trials and tribulations … our hearts opens wide, and what’s left is love’s light

 

Sand Stars

Love Light like stars twinkling in the sand

Love

can be …Mom Hug Betty and Steve 2015

euphoria,

longingness, belonging,

physical, heart centered,

familial, natural,

joyous, sad,

bearable, unbearable,

heard, understood,

misunderstood, raw,

vulnerable, tender,

truthful, hurtful,

void, empty,

here and gone,

a hug or a smile through another’s eyes,

I believe it will ALWAYS come back to where it belongs – your heart – my heart – our souls – our homes.

© Anita Adams 2018

 

Kindness …

Max Patch Family Love

Never to be underestimated.

Those who are kind, do so out of this special place in their heart.

I’ve met a few people in my life, and recognize the difference between genuine love given (kindness) from those seeking something in return for a favor done.

The difference is this…

… no expectation of a gift of any kind in return. Friendship remains intact and conversations and interactions continue to carry with them their natural rhythm, playfulness, joy, sorrow, triumphs, losses and love.

I’ve given to many people in my lifetime without remembering who or what, and upon occasion, one of these persons will come back to me and say, ‘Hey, thanks again, just wanted to give this back to you.’ I look at them and say, I don’t remember giving this to you. It makes me feel good to give without expectation of something in return. Occasionally, when I can get away with it and have a few extra dollars, I will buy the persons coffee behind me in the coffee line, or bring someone flowers to someone who isn’t expecting anything but my presence. It’s a gift of love and kindness.

May the year ahead be full of unexpected gifts at an unexpected time.

View story at Medium.com

© Anita Adams 2018